*Rouvaloff has come outside to have a cigarette, and has it halfway to his lips when he spots Mina. When he sees her he stops and replaces it in his case.* My apologies. As a rule, I never smoke around ladies.

It's very rare for an aristocrat to genuinely care much about what the poor care about. *and, as is his habit, he's keeping his tone carefully neutral, not quite revealing what he does or doesn't care about*